Piles made. Bags packed.
Bags studied. Bags adjusted.
Took out the tent. That was just a nice-to-have.
Bags hauled to work. Bags re-adjusted. Again.
Lost a towel, a jacket, a thermal shirt and a skirt. 305 more words
Hills: Buachaille Etive Mor: Stob Dearg, Stob na Broige
Date: 25 July 2009
Who: self, Stuart, Liam, stunning views, slabs, scree.. 1,709 more words
Tobermory is originally a short story written by Saki (pen name of Hector Hugh Munro). You can read it here.
As a part of a writing prompt, I wrote my own little version of what happens when a cat starts revealing scandalous secrets at a house-party, combined with an attempt to write in a way some of favourite authors did (like Oscar Wilde and Jane Austen). 630 more words
Interesting contrast of endless sea on our left and barren treeless landscape to our right as we set off eastwards from Durness. Eventually we glimpsed Ben Hope, the most northerly Munro rising above some lesser mountains and we passed through Tongue but didn’t stop. 281 more words